And when all life as you know it-failsall ghostlike lips taste just the-sameWhat better comfort can you findThan the serpents in my arms

Sleep, sleep now my childIn the sea of crystal TroubleFor better is the violent sighThan all that you leave behind

In your eyes a dark so subtleTells you walk, but never flyTo leave us all behind

And when all life as you know it-failsall ghostlike lips taste just the-sameWhat better comfort can you findThan the serpents in my arms

Down, down terrible childTo look at it is a sinFor better is to hold that smileThan all that you leave behind

In your eyes a mark so subtleTells you walk, but never flyTo leave us all behind

And when all life as you know it-failsall ghostlike lips taste just the-sameWhat better comfort can you findThan the serpents in my arms

Mr. Crowley

Mr. Crowley, what went on in your headMr. Crowley, did you talk with the deadYour life style to me seemed so tragicWith the thrill of it allYou fooled all the people with magicYou waited on Satan's callMr. Charming, did you think you were pureMr. Alarming, in nocturnal rapportUncovering things that were sacred manifest on this EarthConceived in the eye of a secretAnd they scattered the afterbirth

Mr. Crowley, won't you ride my white horseMr. Crowley, it's symbolic of courseApproaching a time that is classicI hear maidens callApproaching a time that is drasticStanding with their backs to the wallWas it polemically sentl wanna know what you meantI wanna knowI wanna know what you meant

My right hand rebels and chops off the left(the) hairy ape walks into stagehe tries to stay erect

the one who never sleptin order to be perfectedthe arrogance of their handsthe joy of the regret

soulsick- good at things I never did

soulsick but skindeep, tense, frantic but relievedsoulsick but skindeep, tense, frantic but believed

I am only real at places I can not beDead liquid vigilantImplanted into my sleep

The one who never sleptThe one who stays erectThe one who is perfectThe one I do reject

soulsick but skindeep, tense, frantic but relievedsoulsick but skindeep, tense, frantic but believed

soulsick- good at things I never did

I am only real at places I can not be

Soulsick but skindeepI´m not real, just believed in

Soulsick but skindeepNot real, just believe it

The butterfly fx When I moveYou move with meI feed off youYou feast on me

And what I seeYou can not seeThat when I moveYou move with me

Where´s this smalldead hand that creeps meI am biting it to its very boneCollapsing with everything new on meuntil it gets so very old

And what I seeYou can not seeThat when I moveYou move with me

There is this third bodyspinning fastreducing meinto a relapsewith its criplled flapsslow motion dimssweetly parasitedby butterfly wings

And what I seeYou can not seeThat when I moveYou move with me

All that is old is new again(To be) each other spieswe´re condemnedEverything is everywhereThe butterfly effect

And what I seeYou can not seeI will have to kill youBefore you kill me

Can't bee Can´t bee your loverCan´t bee that lovelessCan´t bee that healing rope , or anythingCan´t bee without you, the one or the otherCan´t even bee what you are for meCan´t even bee your final solutionI hope I was your final pollution

Can´t bee your motionCan´t bee that frozenCan´t be those limbs you miss, or everythingCan´t bee the apocalypse, one or the otherCan´t live your life for you and for me

Can´t even bee your final pollutionI wish I was the heartbeat of your destruction

Can´t bee like youCan´t bee that hatefulCan´t bee that cross to bridge, or just that thingCan´t bee the insect stroke, the distracted loveDon´t dare to bee what you are for me

Can´t even bee your absolutionI pace at the rhythm of your consumption

I am eternal spectator The eternal stimulatorOf things that never come

I am the eternal spectator

The eternal ruminatorOf things better left alone

Watching over youSometimes inside of you

The eternal dictatorOf your perpetual distractionThe eternal collectorOf things that were never doneThe eternal agitatorOf a war you never foughtThe eternal demonstratorUntil you prove me wrong

Watching over youSometimes inside of youWatching over youLong-dead inside of you.

The solitary vice I will manipulate youUntil it becomes a viceI will dispose of youUntil it becomes a viceLet me exxagerate youDistort you from inside outlove you by different rulesfuck you up to your soulI will pretend I love youTo know what is likeThen come in my own mouthTo feel what is likeLet me desecrate youSpit you when I´m downLet me banalize youUntil you are adored

Open your heartHalf-devouredAll that I wantIs your strange kind of powerOpen your heartHalf-devouredAll that I needIs your strange kind of power

I will insist on youUntil you become the TruthI will decay with youUntil you become the RuinLet me celebrate hereNow that nothing is left of youLet me celebrate nowHere´s nothing left of you

Open your heartHalf-devouredAll that I wantIs your strange kind of powerOpen your heartHalf-devouredAll that I needIs your strange kind of power

I will dispose of you.I will manipulate youI will discard of you but I will believe in you

Disappear here You can disappear- hereWithout knowing itYou can disappear- hereWithout believing itLeave me alone. Take me with you.Bring me apart. a part from you.

Inject your soulWith a miligram of false hopeWrite your last loath song

Disappear here.

Adaptables To live is to collaborateAll the spineless peoplewon´t capitulateWill walk againWill evacuateAnd stimulate

And they will wait for the ManWith that ridicolous fairy handTo work on their livesAnd to re-adjust their faith

All the spineless peopleWill walk againWill agitateAnd ejaculate

A great act of Sex will be lived hereWe will call it The Great and Only ShameWe will make love to ourselvesAnd tomorrow we will make the same

All the Insect actorsWant to participateWill perform againWill dissociateAnd fabricate

And they will wait for the DirectorWith that apocalyptic Lizard HeadTo review their birthsAnd invert their pains

An emergency will be staged6We will call it The Great AccidentWe will act as someone elseThe very ones we learnt to hate

All of us the ultra-HumanWish to associatewill hesitatewill adequateand collaborate.

A great act of Free Will will be lived hereThey already call it the Golden AgeWe will adapt and celebrateBut we will perish just the same

Angelizer The lunar backbone stands straight and alert for a last timeThe mammal feathers are revamped just for this last nightMouthless children are breastfed with their own wordsThe essence of their souls escaping through their giant bonesyou will be paralyzedmade to be believedbroken inside to surviveand to watch over me

archangel- of no use and no formarchangel- suffocating alone

multiple wounds reach the heat of an absolute zerothe eaten fluids, the flesh of the conventional heroHeavenly levels on a full blast of pleasure but minimum painInjected wings rip backflesh and go inside againMouthless children suffocatewith their ancient words,their mud-dimensional worldlactating from their shrinking bones

you will be paralyzedthe corrupted seedbroken inside to surviveI will laugh at all this

archangel- with no use and no formarchangel- suffocating with blood

the eternal spectator stares at this and improviseshis holy centralbone always on a rise, always on a rise

archangel- of no use and no formarchangel- suffocating with words

Tired Maybe I am the man with those mythic two headsone facing down, the other facing backbut I don´t know who I amand you still don´t know who I am

Maybe I am the man with the legendary four handsTo finger, to heal, crave and strangulatebut I don´t know who I amand you still don´t know who I am

I am exhausted of returning to a place I´ve never beenI am exhausted of returning from a place I´ve never been

Maybe I the man of the universal two wordsThe lie and the lie, the scorn and the scornYou want to know how I amTo forgive me for what I am

I am exhausted of returning to a place I´ve never beenI am exhausted of returning from a place I´ve never been

I forgot who I am but I am too tired to be itI forgot who I am but I am too tired to live it

For that viper that grows inside your headshe remains there waiting to be fedself made parasite speculating about the end

Can you forgive her?

Back into the womb of this holy womanelse pregnant of an entire breedof men afraid to create, to take place and to proceed

Can you forgive them ?

They promised me a miraclea private god for me to hold

Can you forgive me?

They promised me a miraclesomeone to really love

Can you forgive me ?

Your handmade godis back into your womb

Is it right to indulge on an ecstasyof creating a god that sees what I see,looks exactly like me ,rather what I wanted to be

Can you forgive me?

For that viper that grew inside my headfor having betrayed you so well

can you forgive me ?

They promised me a miraclewhen all my crimes will be just onebut now is goneThey promised me a miracle.Back to your womb it feels so cold.

2econd skin

Crawl me into your second skinand teach me everythingThrough your eyes a voyeurThrough your veils of a visionairetalk to me about those thingsnot other soul would care.

Outcast all the colours that I still haveCamouflage me so I can fall and standsomewhere between an underrated angeland all those citizens marked with an X. Sex.

Tissue apart and right to the heartteach me the wonders of your moral bladeso I can stand still while you have to killall that was yours before and now has to fade away

Draw me the fine line between religion and crimeYou are one more son of God you can never be wrongbut aren't we all?

As we sit and waitfor the serpent to bite our very own tail.

As I sit and waitfor the serpent to bite my very own tail.

abYsmo

Men with both roots and wingsthey tie us down and ask us to leavethey are teachings unheard, they are bodies on smokeMen with both roots and wingsat a singular voice we moanour teachings mislead, our teachings like smokewe sleep between the storm that wasand the storm which has to come

We've learnt to learn everywhereand the very own nature has taught us to waitdifference does sound like sin ,equality reliefsand that fame ryhmes with hate yet everything is fairon the intervals of your death

misguided demons or forthcoming heroeseach one with an important namenothing else than an important name.

Men with both roots and wingsat a certain time we are oneour litlle tricks, our innocence stubborn

Men with just little wings, men with just little mindsMen with just little eyes, men with just little deeds

sleeping between the storm that wasand the wind which fails to come (and finally)blow us away.

Flesh

have you ever loved a womanwho instead of give or tradehas seduced you with a trade

have you ever loved this man ?

Magdalene

Have you ever loved a womanwho should be that little intruderin the one that you should be

Share the snake with us,swallow the snake for us...

Have you ever loved a womanwho instead of give or takewould seduce you with a trade

Share the snake with us,swallow the snake for us...

You have learnt heaven through impure lipsso different from what you have been toldso different from what you have seen

and now that you learnt you will have to releasethe tender arms of a womanwhich would have strangled you to let you liveyou will have to elect the fainting arms of this crosswhich are just killing you to let you live...

Share the snake with us,follow the snake with us...

Vulture Culture (Gloria Domine)

yes, everyone has a pricewhy is everyone so suprised ?and there is always a clawat the end of each handthey strecht down to help youstrecht down to hurt youlook at me and see your childlearn from your little girlas she suicides once moreand then you have failed to be theretoo involved in tuning the world's daily lectureon the vulture culture

Everything has its priceis everyone satisfied ?Let me show you my sexat the palm of each handit goes back and protects youit ends up fucking you

just tune me once moreand just try me once morejust turn me onjust tune me once more

just try me once morejust drive me once morejust turn me onjust tune me once more

sell me out, sell me out, sell me out, sell me...

Yes, everyone has a priceYes, everything is a prizeLet me show you my suprise,let me show you my suprise

does it turn you on to keep on tuning on this vulture culture ?

VC- are you satisfied ?

Let ME show YOU my suprise...

E666u666r666o666t666i666c666A (a hell of a place)

Let me welcome you to that special placewhere EVERYONE is YOURSand YOU are EVERYONE'S

Let me welcome you to that special placewhere EVERYONE is SANELet me welcome you to that special placewhere YOU are EVERYONE'S

Let me welcome you to that special placewhere you read SHARING instead of HAVINGwhere you always see TWO when you see ONELet me welcome you to that special placewhere YOU are EVERYONE

Let us spare you the GRIEFthat to BE YOURSELF might bringYou are here to be AMUSED maybe confused or misusedto be a living METAPHOR of this MODERN, great swingJust DRINK and EAT and do not FORGETto play always SAFE INTERCOURSE

(in this human sized and human shaped zoo)

WE do not mind to PROGRESS aloneWE do not mind to take it on, to take CONTROLWE do not mind to be YOU

Mute

Approach and try to live me backwardsthen without looking behindsurviving is somewhat confusingalthough I never mind

if only silence could ever talkhow loud will be the voiceof this sincerily yours, violently yours

without you I am mutewithout you, raped and nude,no one can touch me like I do

If only you could crawl by yourselfand release me from all your weightwould I still love you to the point of hate?

Cherish my guilt and then juggle with itthat paper Jesus on your bedroom wallwill bleeds us to redeem

Without you I am mutewithout you, raped and nude,no one can hurt me like you do

I want to know how it feelsto proceed without sharing ityour devil disguise is breakingyour face is now so crudeconscious blind and deaf and muteit is the only way to be just near of youit is the only way to show myself to you

Without you I am muteraped and nude, without you...

DekaDance

Tomorrow will you wake up ?and instead of eyes we will be born with blindfoldsTomorrow will I wake up ?and from my mouth will flee a song

Tomorrow I will wake upwith this strange need of not to belongTomorrow I will wake upjust to copy whatever is wrong

Tomorrow I will wake upin a cage of perfect goldTomorrow, will I wake up?hope in tongue, golden song

Tomorrow I will wake upwith an innate appetiteto be just one of yours

Tomorrow I will wake upand try everything not to be aloneTomorrow will I wake up ?and try everything to be alone

Incise, open wide from the insidecast out, see what is still left of liveSecure for me the status of a prime suspectTying the hands of a blindmanTeaching the colours to a blindmanand ask him to react, and ask him to react

Tomorrow I will finally feela natural will of being artificial

into Decadance with elegance.

Let the children cum to me...

Hey you little Jesus bride why have you smiled to me ?Hey you little Jesus bride why have you sang to me ?They say that God is inside us all, and sometimes He isnot in the way that I have preached for to wish tobut God is my lover and I love him too

He acts in mysterious waysHe has such mysterious shapes- I know them all from inside outand in one by one I do believe- no matter how

and They say the tongue who prays is the tongue which licksand that the ones who kneel in four shall standto be loved by God without having the graceto see who is behind them now, wearing God's face

the Judgement day is not ever far awaybut to how many did it came long before the puberty

Hey you little Jesus bride, why have you smiled to me ?Hey you little Jesus bride, why have you sang to me?

as they select themselves and cut in innocent fleshwhat Jesus really meant by: "Let the children come to me..."

Hey you little Jesus bride, be my wife, be my wife...

The hanged man

Put your arms around my neckjust like a pathetic lace of deathdisplays like a tarot deckI am the card of the hanged manand here I standwith a flame on my handdo you understand?

If there is hope for meshe is flirting with the breezeon a peculiar choreographywith the dead arms of some old southern tree

silently, lips sealed against mesilently, wanna walk with me?

And it makes you wanna knowif in all the stories the truth is really told

And it makes you wanna rebornand like a snake crawl every warm seasonInto a different form

When you can still kill me,when you can still cure me. Cure me.

Put your lace around my facejust like a fairytalethrough the blank of my closed eyesyou can foresee the rope within

And it makes you wanna knowhow deep have you truly flown

And it makes you wanna ridethrough the fake suicide of someonealready dead inside

Still you walk with me, silently

and it makes you wanna disclaimsomething you had really never learnt

and it makes you wanna stayforever tangled in the pale arms of some hanged man

Undesired, I fell into your beingReleasing shapes inside of youOnly seen in your wildest dreamsI am the impossibilityof your long-kept chastilyI am your offence and you can't waitTo have me inside of you and taste...

Undesired, and thrown away from your beliefI am the one whom youwere taught to renounceIn your virginal fearThe sweat, the hands, the sleepless nightsAnd the violence of the silent sighsAll of them gather in meTake my hand and taste eternityTake my hand and find a new god

Ruin & misery In each of your failuresI saw my victoryAnd each time you fallA knife tattoos a smileOn my lipsYou are now empty of lifeAnd we are drunk with death

Raw modelsRuin & Misery

I can offer you a handTo help you hold the daggerA perfect jewel forOur perfect end

And as we lay, we kissedFingers wet with poisonThinking to each oneThere is beauty in death

Raw modelsRuin & Misery

Allow me to doubtWe were lovers who could really shareThe only love between usWas hate

Without hope we could not fearAnd silently we disappearedHand in hand, we took our livesAnd together stopped beingRaw models on a novel of Ruin & Misery

A poisened gift Forever young in a ground so coldThe splendor of your death still fresh to behold

In your neck an open woundTo spawn life into your LoveAnd to feed the creatures of our world

We have tasted from the poisoned gift of loveWhich condemned us to forever fly alone

We have experienced an aged potionThe wine of life which stole us lightMay we gather again and be as oneAnd to forever relish in the twin joys

As we taste from the poisoned gift of love

Forever young in a ground so coldThe splendour of your dance still there to behold

Our legend is a sin in tonguesTo eternal sleep, to trance we belongWe are now but an empty glancePalid is your state of grace

To eternal sleep we belongFeeling the rapture of the worldBeneath the violence of this curseFrom the poisoned gift of love

Once I asked you to flyTonight I recreate the vow:Do not fail to love Me as I have failed to dieWith you...

LirykiSubversion Perverse: the religion of painIn each detail a world,I know you hide something...

Raven claws I remember her as a child

Raven...on and on with her raven clawsCarving...on and on with her raven claws

How she lusts when she remembersThe night of her first blowShe always wanted to knowHow far could she really go

Inflamed, a dead-end roomSeduce to consumeNightsilence...Vampire...EmpireStatues with open wounds

The flavour of poison and moonStill maturing on her bloodShe is not your occasional affair, no!But eternal love, drop by drop...

Raven...on and on with her raven clawsCarving...on and on with her raven claws

How daylight hurts when moonlight bitesShe juggles with her invisible knifeA black bird senses danger and fliesGives peace to a tall figure in the dark

How it does amuse MeAnd makes Me wonderFor how long that it was MineBecause now it does really inflame Me

As if ignorance was my secret desire...Mephisto

I am an angel who dresses in redRiding above you, etching fire ringsI have learned to flyDon't you remember?While you still have not come downFrom your long-dead tree

I can teach you wonders if you give me your soulMarvels and wild dreams can be yoursI can teach you how iron turns to goldAnd how life can grow so old

But I am a demon who dresses in redAnd I do not hope you will understand...Mephisto

Herr spiegelman Look Me in the eyes and drown...

"Everyone considered the man in the blue jacketas the most beautiful human being they have ever seen:nuns saw on him the Messiah in flesh;Satan's adorers the lustrous Prince of Darkness;philosophers the Supreme Being;young females an enchanted prince;Men an ideal reflection of themselves."Patrick Süskind: The Perfume ("Story Of An Assassin")

Look Me in the eyes and drown...

I am your vulture, your immoral sculptureMirrorman, who understandsI am you, I know youYour fantasy and realityI wait for you to welcome you in my dreamworldMy water-eyes

She brought the Night hidden in her sad Wolf eyesThe perfume of a twilight, her strongest scentHalf Wolf, Half female - what a strange weddingMother Nature that offered us to see...

Her mask lays lost in a fatal dawnClosed were the eyes of the Sun. He sleeps.And in the name of Her Father.She will kill. My child kills.

Your nightly birth. A requiem God can't forget.For your life is but a celebration of his death.

Without his thorns in her heart. She wears a shadow as face.A werewolf masquerade. In her eyes the wolfshade.

She brought the Night and by the night was broughtWe are but children of the powers she had set freeStrange are the ways of the wolfhearted...

Love Crimes

The cold nights have awakened MeThe soft winds to undress MeThe nails of two witches have touched MeTheir caress cuts like the sharpest ice

Yes it is their way, this so mysterious wayOf welcoming Me, welcoming MeTheir way to rememberDistant nights of Passion and DoomWhere, naked, have I bathed in velvet watersWitnessed by an accomplice smile inside an innocent Moon

Serene were the beings who guided MeEmpty were the hands which undressed MeTo carve strange symbols unknown to MeBut lay so dearly inside of Me

This is my way, this so mysterious wayOf welcoming She, welcoming SheMy way to rememberDistant nights of Passion and of DoomWhere we both wore flesh crowns to defyThe skies in their blue and so vague tyranny

We are mute villainsDrinking of Love as insolent VampiresValsing through stars and skiesLeaving subtle traces of LossAt that and all to come Winter nights

Like neophyte ravens in the strangest nestCharmed by the wilderness of his strange hostDrawing naivety with our blood and semenRitually engraved in our hearts and chestsMarks of a pain, signs of a love crimeThat will forever and never last

It is our way, this so mysterious way of lovingof welcoming thee, welcoming theeOur way to rememberForever lost nights of Passion and DoomRemembrance served in cups of sorrow and prideFor all the eternities we'll still cryFor having lost amidst the stars our brideUntouchable in her smile, inside the great Silver EyeEvery night she is condemned to shine

...Of Dream And Drama

You've no mother to feed youor to lick your so deep woundsnor Earth where to lay your timid crownYou've suffered by your fatherand even the Moon lies to youWhen she shines...

The seduction of an altarIs a weakness in her movements of DeathIt is a mere vanity of Womanto delay her midnight rideSuicide... Midnight ride...

Beautiful dagger you may now leave your caseWild red tears at the lady's handKissed were her breasts with your sharpened faceGiven is now what Love had takendeath and Love, they together danced

Yes, the flames did smile to herInvited her to their fiery peaceTo a funebre dance around a bonfireWhere all Women are naked and aloneImmolating their prideMay they forever ride. Far, in a midnight crime.Midnight Ride, Suicide, Midnight Ride...

You're a beast, evil oneAbove your head lays a StarIn your heart is buried the jewelof a Serpent who wished to dieyour red long tongue has her poisonAnd you will spread it as you breedConceiving the creed of all creeds

Vampiria, fly Vampiria

In your eye burn, defyingAll those who in silence sleepIn a city once named DesireDreaming with the entombed dear

The lady has fallen in a blossomSpread far away by undesirable windsTo females conspiring in gloomHiding your pearls from the pigs

So open your arms!They were shaped as wingsA serenade of revenge draw on your lips

Depart now on your bright wingsThe world envyThe skies have always seduced youPrecious Queenand you know your time has comeTo fly away with Me, so far...

An Erotic Alchemy

Queen of all my sleepless nightsFor whose beauty I, Faunhave played my pipes, with heartQueen in white silk, skin like milkHorns of Faun, lips of dawnYou are now honoured you with my presenceAs I'm honoured by your sightI crown your perfectionThe predator in your breast, I devour

"Tempted is now my light body"

From where it burns spirals of exotic scentsRose, sandal, jasmine, all kinds of incenseAged fragrances only dreamed of onceDragons do dream far beyond the senseWe make love in the dusty throneof a Modern Sodoma

"Come to Me, step further into my nakednessCaress me in your breasts of Fire"

"Breed my flame, have no fear or weaknessI welcome you in my hole of desire"

"Have me now, Prince, have me here"Your beg still whispers in my ear

Daylight has broken into a strange nostalgia

Night tired candles seem like two loversMelt in a embrace of conspiracyBetween us there is this strange chemistrybut would you die for me?would you die for what I've longed to be?

"Imperious, choleric, irascible,extreme in everything,with a dissolute imagination of the likewhich has never been seen,atheistic to the point of fanaticism,there you have me in a nutshelland kill me again or take me as I am,for I shall not change."(De Sade)

"Breed of a nameless force, origin of our SinWe are as large as Gods, we are their tragedyWe are the four arms of the solar CrossLightning in incredulous faces the flames of Uthopy"

Would you die for this?

Alma Mater

Mother Tongue speaks to MeIn the strongest way I've ever seenI know that she sees in MeHer proudest child, her purest breed

She speaks to Me in coloursThat I can't really understandI only know that they are oursAnd to those I'll proudly bend

For I am your only childAnd you my dearest mysteryFrom an ancient throne I defy the worldTo kneel before the Power within.

For I am your only childAnd you my dearest mysteryWorld can't you see it?Am I alone in my belief?

Virando costas ao MundoOrgulhosamente sósGlória Antiga, volta a nós!

ALMA MATER!

Breaking waves announce my BrideIt is the only way the Sea could singLegends of Lusitanian prideHe sings the words I cannot spring

At the Moon Mountain six wolves cryYour lost glory we'll regain or die

For I am her only childAnd she is my dearest mysteryPagan Gods in conspiracyFor the sword of Tyranny

Mother Tongue has spoke to theeIn the strongest way they've ever seenWorld can't you see ?I am not alone in my belief.

ALMA MATER!

Virando costas ao MundoOrgulhosamente sósGlória Antiga, volta a nós!

ALMA MATER!

Mother Tongue has spoke to MeIn the strongest way I've ever seenI know that she sees in MeHer proudest child, her purest breed

She speaks to Me in coloursI can't really understandI only know that they are oursand to those I'll proudly bend

For I am her only childAnd she is my dearest mysteryFrom an ancient throne I defy the worldTo kneel before the powers within.

For I am her only childAnd she is my dearest tragedyWorld can't you see it?I am not alone in my belief.

The majestic horns of Baphometare indeed our occult banners proudly up in the airthe androgenious light of Lucipheris our noble passion, most dear and rare

Oh! Faustian spirit of conquestMay be thy allied in this infimious battleAgainst the Arauts of DesrespectThose who step with muddly feet the sapient inscripions of our craddle

To our strenghtening I proudly confess:

I worsip thee, for thez are mz weapons to hurt god.

Oh!Great wings of BeelzebuthWill you honour me and lay the headof a son of caym, in the soft sands of ManitouWhrere I'll sleep under this neophyth Aky of anxienty.

For the dawn of klowledge has a Southern SingDelfos will once again desveil its lightAnd those with eyes will drink this precious wineBut for the blind, Ignorance shall be the only sight!

To our strenghtening I will re-affirm:

U worsip thee. They are my Shield.And their message I shall reveal.

Because: "Quod sciptum, Scripsi!"

And this southern blend of esoterick sapienceThis sensual Mediterranic PhilosophyWill be only and holy scienceAnd these lines both dream and Prophecy!

"Ecce Homo!" - Those you'll can the WiseWho will destroy this pitful hole of common senseof desrespeck rof the true occult deviseThose who from, the lambs, shall feel the sharpened spears ofIntelligence!

Iworsip thee "Quod sciptum, Scripsi!"I worsip thee "Consummatum est!"

Tenebrarum Oratorium(Andamento II)

Oh! Insinuant tongue of LilithOh! Virtuous latin LangsuyarWill you both drive me onto an Erudit Zenith?Will I take part in the lybidious dances of Nergal?

I lust with thee. Pictures, fetishes of luxury!

Does the incomparable beauty of KaliStill adorn this grey heart, my ownWhere the love of LebasyOnce shined Joy, now Sorrow...

I lust with thee. These exquisite Icons of Impurity!

Narration:As I undress you of Pagan beautyWho embrace my Sex with all your passion and strenghtThe lost chimera of Virginity will be your true purityAnd thy Crownleyian erotic laws will rule at last!

We, seekers can not deny...

That the Temptation of SamaelIs thy Erotic law of every ManAnd i will hesitate not to enter HellWhere this dioniosiac fortune had ever dwell!Oh! Phallus of Satanachia, possess with meThese cunted beings to their EndUntil the Sunset of their resistance fallBehind the flowers which adorn their head

Marquis de Sade(1740-1814) "Fly, serpent of pride,Mother of earth, our MotherLaw of those who claimFor the Homo Natura, for the flame,Fly erotic PentagramAnd destroy, destroy those who love us."

Langsuyar T. RexFall 1993 e.v.

"I would masturbate over your divinity,Sodomize you if your feeble existencewould offer an ass to my incontinence;My arm thy heart would pull outSo that with my profound horror better could I penetrate you."

'It is the dawn of a new morning at the Mountains of Silverand I would rather live in the ice than in the middle ofthe modern virtue and other southern winds'(Friedrich Nietzsche)

When the cold winds blows the fog awayreleasing dark shining shapes of a mystic forest.I embrace the NightfallOld voices from ancient Witches announcethe gathering of thee...The ones of a thousand young.Here in the North... where We come forth to assemble.Where I Knee unto thee...Four times one and one are all.The four crowned Princes of Hell.The ones with the Sygil of Evil...Witness... the Goat on Fire. Who feed my desire.The Goat on Fire.A goat with the Northern Ice.A goat with the Southern Fire.Rex Tenebrarum! The crow over my soul.Tremendae Majestatis. The raven inside my Heart...Four times one and one are all.The four crowned princes of HellThe ones with the Sygil of Evil...Goat on Fire... Come feed my desire.

Ancient Winter Goddess

A pure veil of darkness.A mysterious fog.The Moon is full.And the Wolves you call.Red as my blood it is the sky above us.As I witness the arrival of the Winter Solstice.And I cry from the abyss with the legions of Lilith.Who grant me, son of Goat, the virtues if the black oath.And I clime upon the Raven Mountain and yell.Oh! Thunders of light and pyres of flames- Fire is my domain -Oh! Freezing breezes, rain and snow- Winter is my domain -Oh! White Whale, Leviathan-Water is my domain-Oh! Most beatiful moutains and forests-The Earth and Air are my domain-So I invocate: Eaaaaaaa! Winter rise!...and the Ancient Winter Goddess risesand sits in her throne of snow and stone.Soon red will be the colour of the snow under us becauseShe have sent Her angels and the fury of Winter.A cold morning will born and white is the sky above us.And by the powers of WinterDie!

Wolves from the fog will join in a nocturnal operetta.When the wind sounds bohemia and the trumpets loud bacanal.Oh! Fausts and ninfs the joy of Nahima, Mistress of the Sabbat.Soon we'll be embraced by our father - the one with horns.Satan is rejoicing in pleasure destroying the shapes of flesh.... and once again from the fog, with horns on head came the Wolfcarrying in is shoulder the sacrifice, a beauty to this Walpurgis Eve.As, to the somber image of our God, the Wolf with Horns I walk